When Zhuo Bufan and the three of them saw Wang Chan, they didn't have the slightest nonsense, and immediately surrounded him in the shape of "product". Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although on the way here, the people of the unfair way have always emphasized Wang Chan's awesomeness to Zhuo Bufan, but this has not played the slightest warning role, but can arouse the arrogance in his heart even more. If it hadn't been for the unjust Daoist to stop him last night, Zhuo Bufan would have been with Wang Chan a long time ago.

"I don't believe you can really be a match for my sword. Zhuo Bufan sneered in his heart, and the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath.

"Sword God" Zhuo Bufan inherited the word Hui Jianmen.

Thirty-two years ago, the Yizi Hui Sword Sect was full of masters and apprentices who killed Grandma Tong. At that time, Zhuo Bufan was not in Fujian, survived, and never dared to go back, fled to the remote and extremely cold place in the Changbai Mountains to study swordsmanship, and inadvertently obtained a sword scripture left by the predecessor master.

Zhuo Bufan practiced diligently for 20 years, self-confessed swordsmanship, has been invincible in the world, this time out of the mountain, in Hebei in one breath killed a few famous good hands, even more arrogant, he called himself "sword god", only the long sword in the hand is invincible in the world, Tong Grandma is not afraid, not to mention a kid who came out of nowhere. Although that hand is quite good at taking objects out of thin air, no matter how deep the internal strength is, it is not bad for King Kong.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan suddenly had a sense of pride, and said loudly: "Boy, take the sword!"

Seeing the cold light flickering, the long sword in Zhuo Bufan's hand was handed out, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Wang Chan's chest.

Facing the sword that broke through the air, Wang Chan chuckled lightly, stretched out two fingers and flicked it gently.

Just listen to the sound of the "bell".

The tip of the sword was crooked, and the blade of the sword slid away from Wang Chan's side. Zhuo Bufan was taken aback, after all, the "Sword God", the change of moves was very fast, and the horizontal sword immediately slashed towards Wang Chan. This move "jade belt around the waist" attacked Wang Chan in front, right and back three directions with a sword, and the three places were fatal and fierce. At this time, he knew that Wang Chan's martial arts were high, and he was unexpected, and this move had been used with all his strength.

Naturally, the other two will not be idle.

At the same time that Wang Chan avoided Zhuo Bufan's sword moves, two white flashes of light, and two flying knives swept in front of Wang Chan. With Wang Chan's current cultivation, even if he does not deliberately use light skills, when he makes a gesture, he is naturally extremely light, his body turns at will, and although the flying knife comes quickly, he is faster.

But when she saw a middle-aged beautiful woman in a light green shirt, she took two flying knives in her hands. In the palm of her hand, there seemed to be an extremely strong suction, sucking the flying knife through.

This middle-aged beauty is naturally the "Hibiscus Fairy" Emerald Green, and I don't know how many heroes have died in her flying knife stunt. However, she knew that she couldn't hurt Wang Chan, and doing so was just a cover for another person.

"Death!"

A figure went towards Wang Chan ****, and his right palm spat out vigorously, slamming towards Wang Chan's heart.

"Noise!" Wang Chan's back was like having eyes, and a backhand slap happened to slap the face of the unfair person.

Although it is only the most ordinary slap, Wang Chan's current internal force has great power in his gestures.

The unjust Taoist directly slapped Wang Chan and flew out, rolled on the ground a few times, fainted, and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

"Dao Chief!"

Cui Luhua shouted, the flying knife took off his hand, and shot towards Wang Chan.

She knew that Wang Chan was powerful, and after the two flying knives were out of her hand, ten more flying knives were thrown out in succession, and twelve flying knives shot towards Wang Chan in unison. For a time, the face, throat, chest, and lower abdomen were all shrouded by flying knives.

And Zhuo Bufan also seized this opportunity and stabbed at Wang Chan again with his sword. I saw that his people walked with the sword, and the momentum was quite huge.

"Good time!"

Wang Chan laughed loudly, grabbed with both hands, and used thirty-two dragon claws to grab and throw, but he heard the tinkling sound endlessly, and in an instant, he threw thirteen blades at his feet.

The twelve are Cui Luhua's flying knives, and the thirteenth is an extraordinary long sword.

Only the emerald green flowers of the stunned chickens are left, and the unwilling Zhuo Bufan is full.

Wang Chan saw Zhuo Bufan's hands clenched and his face full of unwillingness, and chuckled: "Unconvinced? Okay, I'll give you another chance." ”

Before the words fell, I saw Wang Chan's right foot kick lightly, and the long sword on the ground shot towards Zhuo Bufan like lightning.

Zhuo Bufan subconsciously stretched out his hand, and the long sword happened to fall into his hand impartially.

Looking at the long sword in his hand, Zhuo Bufan's face was cloudy, and he finally gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Don't regret it!"

Zhuo Bufan raised the sword, and a half-foot green light suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword. Even after a long distance, Wang Chan could still feel the compelling sword aura.

"Sword Mang!" Mu Wanqing on the side looked at the long sword in Zhuo Bufan's hand and exclaimed loudly.

She had heard her master, her mother, Qin Hongmian, talk about it, which was the highest stage of swordsmanship in the legend. Seeing this, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but worry about Wang Chan. In her opinion, Wang Chan's actions were completely redundant, and she would kill the enemy with one sword. And Wang Chan's real purpose is to thoroughly see the sword moves used by Zhuo Bufan, from the previous move, people can see that Zhuo Bufan's swordsmanship is extremely clever, especially better than Dugu Nine Swords, but he didn't play it at all.

I saw that the sword was like a long snake stretching and contracting, Zhuo Bufan's face showed a cruel smile, and the dantian raised a breath of true qi, and the green mangs suddenly flourished, stabbing at Wang Chan's chest.

Zhuo Bufan's sword went all out, and he couldn't change his moves halfway, what he wanted was this kind of indomitable momentum.

And Wang Chan wanted to test the power of this sword, but he didn't dodge, and used his whole body's true qi to plan to take Zhuo Bufan's sword.

I saw that at this time, the true qi of the Northern Darkness in his body was full and circulating, and the true qi was agitating, as if it was substance. Zhuo Bufan's long sword stabbed and slammed into this wall of qi.

Zhuo Bufan only felt that the long sword in his hand had pierced into the hundred steels, and he couldn't move an inch at all. He stared at Wang Chan, his hands holding the sword couldn't help trembling, the green tendons on his forehead protruded, and he shouted fiercely: "Go and die!"

Phew!

A shrill voice rang out.

The long sword finally pierced into the wall of qi, although it was only an inch, but it was already incredible enough. A master of the second-grade realm actually pierced the qi wall of the innate powerhouse. This Zhuo Bufan is simply open, and it is impossible to change any martial artist of the same level as Zhuo Bufan.

Of course, in actual combat, no one will stand upright like Wang Chan and let him stab.

This made Wang Chan even more convinced of the extraordinaryness of the sword scripture that Zhuo Bufan inadvertently obtained in the extremely cold land of Changbai Mountain.

Looking at Zhuo Bufan, who fell to the ground from exhaustion, Wang Chan sighed with emotion.

This trip to Tianlong was really beyond his expectations, whether it was the smiling phantom shadow seen in front of the Bodhi tree in Tianlong Temple, or the sword scripture on Zhuo Bufan's body now, it was far more rare than the internal force passed on to him by Wuyazi. (To be continued.) )